Maria is a fifty-five-year-old married woman. Being attractive, easygoing, and in close proximity to wealthy people growing up, Maria married rich and was able to quit her nursing job that she had for several years. Maria has chocolate skin, full lips, long legs, and curly black hair. She dedicated lots of her time to the gym or shopping for makeup and clothes -- basically anything that enhances your beauty and your figure. She bumped into her husband, Johnathan, at the local church and the rest is history. After being together for thirty years, Maria can safely say that she is happy with her marriage and her dynamic with her husband.
That wasn't always the case, though.
Maria used to be a slut. Behind her high-class persona, her expensive perfumes and handbags, Maria had a long history of promiscuity, cheating, and taboo sex. Starting before she was a fully grown woman, Maria had experiences that most women can only read about. These experiences began to creep back into the forefront of her brain, flashing images and quick snippets of her in her most vulnerable and sexiest states.
In therapy, Maria discussed how her past sexual experiences are beginning to "haunt" her. Her therapist, a seasoned professional, suggested that she write out her experiences and see how she feels afterward. After a quick drive to Target for a fresh notebook and writing utensils, she made her way home and began brainstorming. There was one event in particular that permeated her brain. Maria closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, grabbed the black ink pen next to her, and she began writing.
I had met him two months prior, online. I told him I had a boyfriend and declined talking to him at first. He basically threw himself at me for weeks before I finally gave in. His name was Mario, and he wanted to sleep with me. We had been talking for weeks about our fetishes and kinks, things we wanted done to us, etc. Turns out, Mario had a foot fetish, as well as a fetish for pee and poop. I didn't really have any real fetishes, but I had a whole lot of kinks.
Although I wanted to sleep with Mario, it was the ultimate fantasy of mine to have sex with two men at once. We videochatted several times and exposed ourselves. It turned me on that we would videochat and masturbate sometimes until we both came. I barely even knew the guy and yet here I am, spreading wide on video call, exposing my most intimate areas. Firstly, I wanted to have sex with him with just the two of us. He always sends messages about how badly he wants to taste me, so I definitely was excited about that.
Fast forward to present time, Mario and I met up two days ago and fucked. It was actually amazing. I told Johnathan that I was going to work. I slipped my uniform on for work and left the house with my oversized tote bag. In the tote bag was clothes, shoes, lube, my phone charger and other essentials for a day of cheating. I drove to the address that Mario sent, which was about forty to forty-five minutes away.
When I arrived at the destination, it was an apartment complex. Mario stood at a slender 6'1 and hovered over my average 5'6. I got out of the car, greeted him, and hugged him. He smelled like soap, as if he just took a shower. He led me inside and showed me where the bedroom was. His room was rather plain and clean, with nothing that made the room distinguishable other than a photo of his two daughters on his dresser. Mario went off to the bathroom and I sat on the edge of the bed on my cell phone. I texted my best friend that I made it to Mario's house. I heard the toilet flush in the distance and put my phone away.
Mario entered the room and sat beside me on the edge of the bed. He took one hand and pushed my legs open wider. I was smart to not wear underwear because it was easy access for him. Mario ordered me to take my work pants off. I stood up immediately and followed his order. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, with my bare labia rubbing against his covers. He took his left hand and spread my legs open.
His left hand found my clit pretty fast, as I was already turned on, it grew bigger in size. I closed my eyes and let out a vulnerable moan as he began to massage my clit gently. This was absolutely worth lying about. I tilted my head back and began to roll my hips. I was getting pretty wet and fast. My clit is sensitive and doesn't take much stimulation before I orgasm. I put my hand over Mario's as he continued rubbing me. I let him know that I was going to come if he didn't let up in a few minutes. He stopped right before I came, which sort of pissed me off, but I knew it was intentional. He asked me if I brought socks, and I did. I put the socks on and began to stroke his penis with my socked feet. Mario let out a moan as I gently tugged at his penis for a few minutes. Surprisingly, he came. Most of the mess ended up on my socks, so I just took the socks off.
I leaned over, got my hair out of my face, and began sucking his dick. His dick tasted sweet. I licked all of his juices off of him and continued sucking. I was amazed that he stayed erect even after coming. I put his dick at the back of my throat and gagged. Mario told me he loved that, so I kept gagging while sucking him. Every time I gagged, more spit would form in my mouth, so I had a sloppy mess.
I really enjoyed taking Mario in my mouth. It turned me on that I was turning him on. My pussy got even wetter as I slurped on him mercilessly. I put my hand down on my clit and rubbed until I was soaked. One thing about being a slut is that you enjoy the little things like this. You enjoy making a man moan in general because it means you turned him on. Mario picked me up and placed me back on the edge of the bed. He spread my legs apart and placed his head in between my thighs. The tip of his tongue brushed my clit, and I let out a quiet moan. He took his index and middle finger and spread my labia apart to expose my pearl even more. He began sucking my clit as his tongue continued brushing it. I gasped and grabbed onto his head as my hips began rolling with pleasure.
Due to being edged earlier and rubbing myself while sucking him off, I got pretty close pretty fast. I told him I was about to come, and he began sucking faster and harder. The familiar sensation of something coming out of me occurred, and I found myself squirting in his mouth and in his bed. Pleasure overcame me as my vagina pulsated. In the middle of coming, I began apologizing profusely for making a mess. Mario lifted his face up, exposing my juices all over his bottom half of his face. He went in for a kiss and I willfully stuck my tongue in his mouth to taste myself. I tasted great. I finished kissing him and licked all over the lower half of his face to clean him up.
Johnathan texted me and asked me if I had made it to work safely. I quickly texted back a yes and continued with Mario. Mario got up and flipped my body over. His eight-inch pole was inserted deep inside me from behind. I let out a pleasurable cry as Mario began thrusting inside of me.
I was so wet that I could barely feel his dick inside of me. Mario was moaning in my ear, telling me how good my pussy was. The more he told me about how good it was, the wetter I became. He began calling me a slut and pounded my pussy even harder. I loved when men called me bad names during sex, it just adds to the kinkiness of it all. I told him I was his slut and I loved being his slut. He began choking me from behind while I kept calling myself a slut for him. I shouted all sorts of "yes" and curse words for the next ten minutes in that position until we switched to missionary, which was a personal favorite of mine. He got on top of me and slid his penis back inside of me. I looked down and realized this man had already ejaculated inside of me, which just turned me on even more.
Mario spread my right leg over his shoulder and went back inside of me again. I told him how good he felt inside of me. The constant thrusts sent me into another orgasm, as I shook and grabbed Mario's big shoulders. I looked down and watched his member go in and out of me, collecting a layer of juices after every stroke.
Mario told me he loved my slutty pussy and was going to come for the second time. I let him finish inside me again as we switched positions one last time.
I got on top of Mario and began leaning back and forth to start riding him. Mario let out a deep moan and smacked my ass. I moaned, and he slapped my ass again. Every time he smacked my ass, I moaned louder and louder.
There was so much come in my vagina that it was leaking from inside of me, down the side of Mario's hip, and onto the bed. I rolled my hips continuously as Mario sat back and watched me work. Several minutes passed by, and Mario came again. I felt his penis pulsate as warm goo entered me again. We lay in our mess for a few minutes before putting our clothes back on. We had ca asual conversation as I prepared to leave his place. He almost forgot and gave me money for me "working" my shift. I headed out and told him we could arrange for a next time.
Maria closed the notebook and took a sigh of relief. She hadn't actively thought about that day in that much detail since the event occurred. She heard her husband in the driveway and she quickly tucked the book in between the mattress and the frame, so it can be easy to get the next time she wants to write. She made her way to the house door to greet him. Her husband walked through the house door and gave her a big kiss. He was always unaffectionate but tried his hardest to show affection for his wife.
A wave of guilt washed over Maria as she began feeling tingly all over. After writing about cheating on him years ago, she now had the desire to sleep with her husband. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom for a quick session, unbeknownst to him that her deepest secrets were right underneath him the entire time...
